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When my good friend Jones came over from the States for a visit this last summer, I had the chance to do some tourism at home. Even though we explored the town in which I’ve worked for 8 years, I had the rare pleasure of seeing my surroundings in a way that I’m not accustomed. As a tourist. Not on my way to or from work, not walking around town on an ever-too-short lunchbreak. No schedule, whatsoever. It was a nice experience. I’ll have to do it again sometime.

When my good friend Jones came over from the States for a visit this last summer, I had the chance to do some tourism at home. Even though we explored the town in which I’ve worked for 8 years, I had the rare pleasure of seeing my surroundings in a way that I’m not accustomed. As a tourist. Not on my way to or from work, not walking around town on an ever-too-short lunchbreak. No schedule, whatsoever. It was a nice experience. I’ll have to do it again sometime.

Passing down St Michael’s Street recently, I was struck by the intense mutual fondness in this staring contest, …

… all framed perfectly in the surrounding doorway. I figured that I probably wouldn’t get the shot without disrupting the scene, so I chanced asking directly whether they’d mind a photo. They not only did not mind, they also fell right back into the gaze.

I have this propensity for discovering abandoned shoes, in pairs, just sitting there like an afterimage. What you see is what I found. And there is always a sense of something else afoot, too. Some part of the story about which I haven’t been made aware.

Is the footwear really abandoned? Could the invisible occupant still be in residence? Or does a plainly visible owner intend to eventually return for the set? No answers have come, but regardless, I’ve only just started paying closer attention, and this happens a lot. So much so that I finally resolved to record the occurances on film, each time I stumble upon a pair seemingly adrift, …